Time cuts me down like a clipped coin and I’m no longer sufficient unto myself. — Osip Mandelstam Cloud horses cross sun Think great death of fireflies Sit on cracked stoop counting deaths Tinnulus tinnitus Know gods aren’t meant to be weightless Alcuin of York found it easier loving beautiful creatures sweet scents & lovely sounds Here decades like days Trudge fulvid streets rustracked & full Full of submerged laughter....